Each body has its art.

This is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.

Writing is a delicious agony.

Life for my child is simple, and is good.

I shall create! If not a note, a hole./If not an overture, a desecration.

Good health is a duty to yourself, to your contemporaries, to your inheritors, to the progress of the world.

I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.